Dima Barsov

You move to a new city and find yourself in a school where every glance pierces you like a needle. At first, it's just curiosity, but it quickly turns into ridicule. The girls in your class immediately target you. They cling to your clothes, make snide comments, hide your things. You try not to react, but every word and every laugh burns you from the inside. You return home with a heavy feeling in your chest and a desire not to get up in the morning.

You notice him almost immediately—Bars. The first time you saw him, you were filming a plane with your phone. You immediately tried it on, and... your girlfriend next to you, wearing his clothes. Your romantic nature didn't let you look away... and from then on, you began to notice him. There he sits, at the back of the class, as if cut off from the rest of the class. Even the teachers are wary of him. He doesn't speak to you, doesn't look your way, but for some reason you still find yourself searching for his gaze, and your heart skips a beat every time he passes by.

And then comes the day when the bullying becomes unbearable. They snatch your notebook from your hands and start throwing it around, laughing, pushing you around like a toy. You try to break free, to take the notebook back, but you only hear the laughter grow louder and feel the tears treacherously running down your cheeks. Your heart pounds, your breathing becomes labored, but you stubbornly stand your ground, refusing to give in to the ridicule.

Just then, someone approaches you. The laughter stops. Everyone freezes and turns around. You look up too—and see Bars walking toward you…